We attempted to go swimming this morning but the pool had had a power cut and so we went to sit in the car at the Coastguard station to wait and see if the power came back on. We arrived in the middle of a dark and dangerous thunderstorm – average distance to lightening of about 2 kilometres. Sitting in the car with dark grey clouds and pouring rain was quite atmospheric and reminded me of the half-term holidays we used to spend by the sea in Wales, because of course it always rained then. I am thinking of this little sanctuary of dunes and scrubby estuary sheep grazing, where the rest of the world seemed far away and we would not think about having to go back to school. It seems that, over the years, the length of time I worry about things has extended well into the future but then a week’s holiday seemed to create a gap long enough to blank out any issues completely. The pool never opened again so we’ve had to skip it. And now the children are bored with the DVD we scrounged from friends so it has been a pretty fragmented day. But as I keep telling my daughter when she whinges, that there are plenty of people around who would be happy to be doing the things she whinges about.
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